Although cornmeal is a coarse grain, it is better to boil porridge, at least better than white flour, and it is anti-hunger, Fang Yuan now uses one word to describe it, that is, 'hungry', two words to describe it is very hungry, and three words are very hungry.

grabbed a few handfuls of cornmeal and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, although it was cornmeal, it was relatively rough, and it should be called corn grits.

He took the ladle and poured some water from the vat into the lunch box, and then went to the stove, which was burned with carbon, but now the fire was sealed.

Fang Yuan picked up the fire stick from the ground, poked a hole in the middle of the stove, and then put the lunch box on it.

It's only a few minutes!The lunch box is starting to get hot, the weather is already very cold now, anyway, Fang Yuan is feeling cold, this may also be because he is hungry.

After a few more minutes, the aroma of polenta came to his face, Fang Yuan knew that it was almost over, and hurriedly ran over to get a pair of chopsticks, inserted the chopsticks separately into the lunch box handle, and brought the lunch box out.

There was no way, the lunch box was very hot now, so he could only use this method, after putting the lunch box on the stove, Fang Yuan was a little impatient.

At first, the porridge he had just made was very hot, and Fang Yuan could only eat it with chopsticks, so that he wouldn't burn it, but even so, he felt that his body was slowly getting warmer.

This also made Fang Yuan feel that he was alive, yes, he was alive, because he already had some heat on his body.

After eating a lunch box of corn porridge, Fang Yuan felt that all the strength in this body had returned, and the whole person was also much more energetic.

However, Fang Yuan had to think about another question now, that is, what to do in the future, he couldn't stay here all the time, let alone run over every night.

Because it will be discovered soon, even tomorrow morning.

Now the only option is to leave, and take some food with him, but this is contrary to the education he has received since childhood.

His parents taught him from an early age not to take a stitch from others, which is a matter of moral character.

But when life and morality collided together, Fang Yuan could only choose to be immoral, there was no way, living was the most important thing.

Fang Yuan entered the storage room, carried the pile of empty cloth bags in the doorway, and poured them from the cloth bags filled with white flour and cornmeal.

This body is only eight years old, and he can't hold it anymore, so he can only hold a little bit in a cloth bag until he can hold it.

Soon a bag of white flour was packed into five or six cloth bags by him, and then another bag of cornmeal was opened, and half an hour later, more than twenty cloth bags containing white flour and cornmeal were placed at Fang Yuan's feet.

These add up to two bags of white flour and two bags of cornmeal, which is enough for him to survive this winter.

After finishing this, Fang Yuan thought about it and opened the sack containing the potatoes again, and then filled seven or eight small bags of potatoes.

After loading these, it was about ten o'clock in the night, it was still too early at this time, and Fang Yuan was ready to go out after twelve o'clock.

In the middle of this, Fang Yuan turned off the lights in the kitchen, and then came out of the kitchen and spun around in the cafeteria.

I was hungry for so long, and I ate a full lunch box of porridge, and I was a little bit overwhelmed, but I was actually holding on.

After just a few turns in the cafeteria, Fang Yuan found that there was a door in a corner of the cafeteria, and this door was still locked.

Fang Yuan's eyes rolled, and he turned around and returned to the kitchen, taking the iron fire stick that stabbed the fire.

Insert the fire stick through the lock nose, go down the board, the lock is fine, the door nose falls off the door, too, just two nails are nailed to the door, not strong at all.

After pushing the door open and entering, Fang Yuan didn't dare to pull the lamp, although it was dark inside, he didn't know if the light inside could shine outside.

Fang Yuan just touched inside, and soon found a kind of desk, the kind of desk used in this era, needless to say, this should be an office, and the person working here is still a small leader.

There is only one leader in the staff canteen, and that is the canteen director.

Along the table, sure enough, he touched a chair inside, Fang Yuan tried to pull the drawer, but he didn't expect to really open it.

Because he couldn't see it, he didn't know what was inside, anyway, there was something, and Fang Yuan also touched a box, and the feeling was a wooden box, so Fang Yuan took it out.

Everything else was some paper, it should be a document or something, Fang Yuan didn't move, so he took out this wooden box.

After coming out of this office, Fang Yuan returned to the kitchen, closed the door, turned on the light, and there was a small lock on the wooden box, especially the small kind.

Fang Yuan wanted to use a fire stick to open it, but found that the fire stick couldn't be inserted at all, so he could only smash it, and as soon as the fire stick went down, this small lock would be scrapped.

Fang Yuan opened the box and found that there was a stack of money inside, so he quickly picked it up and counted it, a full sixty-two yuan.

There are two ten-dollar ones, three five-dollar ones, and two five-dollar ones, and seven or eight two-dollar ones, and the rest are one-piece, five-cent, two-cent, and one-cent pieces, and there are no cents.

In addition to the money, there were some tickets inside, Fang Yuan picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was some food stamps, oil stamps and vegetable stamps.

There are three kinds of grain stamps, namely fine grain stamps, coarse and fine grain stamps and coarse grain stamps, fine grain and coarse grain Fang Yuan understand, what is this coarse and fine grain? This made Fang Yuan confused.

But soon he figured out what to say, needless to say, fine grains should be white flour and rice, coarse grains should be sweet potatoes and potatoes, then coarse and fine grains should be cornmeal, sweet potato flour and sorghum flour.

Otherwise, it really doesn't make sense what this coarse and fine grain is, of course, this coarse and fine grain should also include millet.

There are very few fine grain stamps, only more than 100 catties, coarse and fine grains are only more than 200 catties, and the rest are all coarse grain stamps, almost 1,000 catties.

And then there are the oil tickets, which are even less, only seven catties, and such a large staff canteen only has seven catties of oil stamps.

Finally, there is the dish ticket, which is printed with radish and cabbage, and there are only these two, no wonder there are only these two things in the kitchen.

These two kinds of food tickets, including 580 catties of radish tickets and 2,120 catties of cabbage tickets.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan's face was only excited, with all this money and tickets, not to mention a winter, even if it was a year, there would be no problem.

These things may not be much in the canteen of a big factory, not even enough to eat, but for an eight-year-old child, it is already a lot.

Time passed minute by minute, feeling that the time was almost up, Fang Yuan began to transport grain outside, he didn't want these grains because of those tickets.

Because he didn't know what was going on outside, and besides, it was still a question of whether the tickets could be used now, so he still had to get the packed food out.

Fang Yuan carried two bags at a time, and threw them out from the courtyard wall when he mentioned them, fortunately he didn't throw them out from the place where he came in, otherwise he didn't know if there was enough time for such a long way.

It took more than an hour for Fang Yuan to throw out all the things he had packed, and then ran back to get a few sacks.

The reason why I take the sack, of course, is to keep out the cold, and the sack is woven with hemp rope, which is very good for keeping warm.

There are a lot of rain outlets, Fang Yuan casually found one and drilled out, fortunately, there was a wasteland outside the courtyard wall, and not far from the courtyard wall was a large area of reeds.

It was impossible for anyone to come here, because the time was not in a hurry, Fang Yuan found a place nearby to bury the grain.

Including the few lunch boxes and those sacks he took out, they were all buried.

After burying the grain, Fang Yuan returned to the broken wall, found the place where he had been lying before, and then sat down.

He didn't sleep, not because he was excited about getting so much food, but because he was a little worried, worried that the people in the factory would come to him.

However, his worry was completely unnecessary, not that the factory did not pay attention to it, but he didn't expect that someone from outside would steal it from the factory.

After all, the factory is so big, it is not easy to find the location of the canteen, and there are so many stolen at once, so after discovering it early in the morning, the factory immediately began to investigate.

Even the police station has come to the police station, more than 200 catties of grain, more than 60 yuan, and so many food stamps, oil stamps, and vegetable stamps, which is also a big case.

However, the police station thought the same as the factory, and also thought that it was done by people inside the factory, no, after an investigation, nothing was investigated, and this matter could only be closed.

This is also thanks to the fact that Fang Yuan is a person who came from later generations, and often watches some TV series on criminal investigation cases, so whether it is inside or outside, he has cleaned it up.

That's why it took him so long to get the grain out.

Fang Yuan couldn't help it! Not to mention that he was an adult, even if he was just a teenager, he wouldn't steal it.

But he was only an eight-year-old kid now, and what else could he do? Or he wouldn't starve to death.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, he felt that there was nothing wrong, and Fang Yuan also came out of the corner.

Fang Yuan had lived in the imperial capital for more than ten years in his previous life, and he still knew the imperial capital very well, and he heard those old people in the imperial capital say that in this era, every household would basically have a vegetable cellar.

Although all the houses here have collapsed, there should be no problem with the vegetable cellar, so he wants to find a vegetable cellar to use as a place to live.

Of course, it is more important to put him with those grains.

One day, Fang Yuan rummaged back and forth in front of the collapsed houses, not knowing whether there was no vegetable cellar here, or if it was buried by the collapsed houses, and he didn't find a single one until it was almost dark.

And at this time, Fang Yuan was already hungry, he ate a lunch box of corn porridge last night, and he hadn't eaten for almost a whole day.

To say that you are not hungry is false, of course, it is better than before, I don't know how many times, at least now it is just hungry, and it is not time to starve to death.